The Storm

I watch all

Which rages around me,

The people

And their masks,

Their lies and hate,

All they want

And crave


Is nothing,


All they have


Is nothing.



Right in the centre,

Where it all began,

Lies a demon,

With a heart

So cold

And filled


With evil,


But when I see

This demon,





It's me.

The End

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